Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Her brown eyes were huge as she looked up at me, reaching for my cock with her hand while placing the other on my left thigh for balance.
My breath sucked in swiftly as her mouth met the tip.
“Jesus,” I said when all she did was suck the tip. “What you do to me.”
Her grin was devilish as she went back to work.
For the next five minutes, I fought to fucking breathe as she licked, sucked, and devoured every inch of me.
She wasn’t super confident in her every move, but what she did have was determination.
She wanted me to come.
And what she wanted, she got.
“I’m going to come,” I said when she pressed my cock to the back of her throat. “Do you want it in your throat or…”
She pulled back long enough for a breath, then swallowed me again, pumping her fist on the bottom half of my cock.
“Shit,” I hissed. “I’m going to come for you.”
I felt it rise from my balls, then a zing shot down my spine.
My balls lifted, and then I pulsed, hot and heavy, down her throat.
“Fucccckk,” I groaned. “Swallow, baby.”
She did, convulsively, but still some spilled free of her lips.
She hung on as long as she could, though, until she couldn’t do it anymore and needed to breathe.
When she pulled away, a string of cum stretched from her lips to my cock.
“Jesus Christ.” I laughed as I reached down to pull her up. “It’s like you know exactly what to do to drive me fucking crazy.”
She smiled at me lazily and said, “I’m tired. Take me to bed.”
I did, toweling her off and braiding her hair in a quick braid that I saw her do every single night before bed.
Then I was carrying her toward the bed and following her down.
But, because I wasn’t one to receive and not give, I moved until my shoulders were between her thighs and said, “Now lie really still.”
Her thighs tightened around my head as she giggled. “I’ll try.”
She wasn’t still.
She also wasn’t quiet.
Luckily, Iris was a good sleeper and didn’t come to investigate the odd sounds.
When she was a panting, repleted mess in the middle of the mattress, I tucked myself against her side and threw one thigh over her to keep her pinned to the bed.
Then I went to sleep with the smell of her inflating my lungs.
When I woke, it was to find a four-year-old’s face nearly on top of my own.
“Are you awake?” she asked only millimeters from my face.
I grinned.
Then remembered that I was fucking naked.
Shit.
“Yeah,” I grumbled. “Go get the lights turned on in the kitchen. I’ll be out in just a second.”
She nodded, as if that was a really important job, then scurried away.
Throughout the entire conversation, Magnolia didn’t stir.
I disentangled myself from her body and stood, stretching my arms up high over my head.
My spine, ankles, and knees popped and crackled as I shuffled to my underwear in the top dresser drawer and slipped a pair on.
Next came the sweats, which was all the time I was allowed before Iris appeared in the doorway looking expectant.
My lips quirked and I headed out into the hall with her, forgetting my shirt.
“You’re really hairy,” she mused as we walked.
“Men are hairy,” I explained. “Women are hairy, too, if they don’t shave.”
“Mama’s not hairy on her chest,” she pointed out.
“No.” I chuckled. “She’s not. Men get hair on their face and chest. Women don’t.”
“And your underarms.” She stopped in the middle of the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”
I looked at the girl. “Do you feel adventurous?”
“No,” she immediately replied.
A knock sounded on my door before I could reply, and I walked to it, checking the peephole before I disarmed the alarm and opened it wide. “Hey, kid.”
Lysander’s son waved and moved past me.
I watched as Lysander came up the length of the walk. “Your walk needs shoveled.”
“I just woke up,” I said. “What’s going on?”
He pointed at his son. “He asked to come over here to meet your new daughter.”
I grinned. “Not quite daughter yet, but close. How was work?”
“Bad,” he growled. “Tourist thought he could drive through the pass in his fancy car and found out the hard way that he couldn’t.”
“Rich bitch?” I joked.
“Richer than rich,” he said solemnly. “Guy was driving over the speed limit, then took a turn too fast on the slick turn right as you start coming back downhill. They found him at the bottom of the pass. Every bone that could be broken was broken. They don’t expect him to make it through the rest of the day.”
“That sucks,” I said.
It happened every year the moment that we got enough snow that the ski resort in Bear Pass opened up. People came up here, expected things to be perfectly fine and found out differently. Whether it was getting buried in an avalanche, breaking themselves on the slopes, or rolling their cars down the mountain.